#i hope you don’t mind me taking my username from your story :’)
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If you have the time, there’s this no powers soulmate AU idea that I have. In a regular world, where everyone has a red string around their finger, that connects to their soulmate at first contact, Han Yoojin has a pink string. Anyway, I think it’d be funny if regular construction worker hyj got stuck together to CEO/stupidly rich Sung Hyunjae by the hot pink string forcing them to be around each other, and all the fights and funny things that happen because of it. Neither of them can catch a break, and I think it’d be hilarious.
(I headcanon Han Yoohyun as aromantic, so in this AU he doesn’t have a string, but idk how relevant it it would be if you decided to write it)
Yoojin doesn’t actually figure out what the strings mean until he’s out of high school, because for a long time there doesn’t seem to be any pattern to them. His own dark blue string connects him to Yoohyun, but not all of the siblings in his classes have the same string. Sometimes, he sees a golden thread connecting a classmate with their parents, but neither he nor Yoohyun have any tying them to their own. He sees red strings most commonly, which sometimes connect parents or married couples, but sometimes the strings lead away from the person’s spouse. Not a single person who boasts that they’re dating in his class has a red string that connects them to their significant other of the week.
Yoojin hasn’t seen anyone with a bright pink string like his, either.
Despite the ambiguity, though, he does work out a few rules:
Strings that float off into nothingness and disappear a foot or two away from someone’s body means that they haven’t met the person on the other side yet. The entirety of Yoohyun’s string stays visible no matter how far away Yoohyun goes, but even when his end of the pink string bobs and moves, it never seems to point anywhere specific.
The whole string materializes when the people on the two ends touch. It doesn’t have to be skin-to-skin contact—as far as Yoojin can tell, it’s more about the symbolism of the meeting than the actual touch.
The color of the string is related to the relationship. Yoojin hasn’t worked out all of the colors yet, but he knows the blue string connecting him and Yoohyun has to be for siblings. Gold seems to be parental and red is romantic, but there are other, rarer colors that Yoojin still has yet to puzzle through.
For a while, Yoojin worries about Yoohyun’s lack of strings. Yoojin is already at the low end with only two, and Yoohyun has even less than him. But Yoohyun never seems to be worried about it, even when Yoojin tells him about the strings, and Yoojin gradually stops asking. Maybe Yoohyun is happiest with his one string, and whatever being is tying the strings between people got it right for him.
He does wonder, sometimes, what the pink string means for him. He doesn’t trust the red strings, not really, not when one tied his parents together and didn’t leave room for a single golden thread between them and him or Yoohyun. But the pink… Maybe it’s something better.
-
Yoojin boards the bus that’ll take him home, squeezing in between the people already on board until he finds a space around the middle of the bus, standing next to a row of seats.
He’s prepared to spend the ride staring out of the window like he usually does, watching the blur of buildings and trees pass by outside, but this time, when he lifts his head, his eyes catch on the strings tied to his pinky finger. More importantly, his eyes trace the pink one, which no longer drifts off into space like it used to.
Instead, it’s attached to the man in front of him.
What.
Yoojin stares in disbelief at the businessman sitting in the seat in front of him, pale hair slicked back perfectly and dressed in a neat and obviously expensive suit, even to Yoojin’s inexperienced eye. A leather briefcase is propped up in his lap and Yoojin is pretty sure that the watch he spies on the man’s wrist costs more than Yoojin’s monthly rent.
Their shoes are touching.
Yoojin has never seen a person that he is more convinced doesn’t belong in his life. How is Yoojin connected to this man? The whole idea seems absurd.
For the first time, Yoojin doubts the accuracy of the strings.
“Can I help you?” Yoojin winces. Apparently his staring has caught the attention of the man.
“I—” His breath catches in his throat as he abruptly becomes overwhelmingly aware that this is his chance to get to know the person on the other end of his string. This person, who wears uncomfortably expensive clothes, looks proper and put together in a way that Yoojin will never be able to manage, and looks like he hasn’t done a second of menial tasks in his life. “No, sorry. Excuse me.”
He dips his head hastily in apology and spends the rest of the bus ride staring out of one of the windows to his right, refusing to take a single glance at the man. He thinks he might feel a gaze on his face during the ride, but the man never speaks up, and Yoojin steps off the bus at his stop, convinced that he’ll never see the man ever again.
-
“No, you don’t understand, he was wearing a suit,” Yoojin emphasizes. “Can you imagine me with someone wearing a suit?”
“Hyung.” Yoohyun’s exasperation is loud even over the phone. “I wear suits.”
“Yeah, but that’s different.” Yoojin tests the ripeness of a tomato carefully. Hm. He sets that one down and picks another one up. “I look at you and all I see is the kid who used to pick his nose and wipe it on my shirt.”
“Hyung!”
“It’s true! My clothes went through the wash at least twice as often as yours did because of it.” Yoojin puts the third tomato in his basket and moves on to the green onions.
“Hyung, that’s not true.”
“You can’t tell me it’s not true because you never did the laundry.” Yoojin manages to browse through the selection of green onions and make his pick without a single word from Yoohyun. “See, you know I’m right so you’re not saying anything.”
“No, I’m speechless from how wrong you are.”
“You just won’t admit it—” Yoojin’s attention snags on the way his pink string suddenly jumps in the air, pulling taut just in time for the businessman to walk through the sliding doors of the grocery store.
“Hyung?”
Yoojin turns his back to the door, heart pounding. “He’s here,” he hisses.
“Who’s there?”
“The guy!”
“What guy?”
Yoojin groans. “I’ll call you back.”
Yoohyun hums a note of confused agreement. “Talk to you later, hyung.”
Yoojin ends the call right as the businessman joins him near the produce. The businessman is still dressed too formally—he isn’t wearing a suit jacket anymore, but Yoojin doesn’t know anyone who would wear a dress shirt and slacks to poke through the green peppers available at the nearest grocery store.
Whether it’s out of innocent or morbid curiosity, Yoojin stays rooted in his spot, watching the man pick up a cucumber and turn it in the fluorescent lighting like it’s a scientific specimen. “That’s not how you’re supposed to do it,” he can’t help but say when it looks like the man is about to put a bruised zucchini into his basket.
The man turns to him, eyebrow raised. “Oh?”
Yoojin, cursing himself all the while, reaches over and points at a scratch in the skin of the zucchini. “It’ll go bad more quickly if you choose one with scratches. Also, it’s better if you pick one with shinier skin.” Yoojin inspects the available zucchini quickly and picks one that he’d buy for himself. “See, this one is better.” He presents the zucchini to the man.
The businessman slowly puts the one in his hand back on the shelf and reaches out to take Yoojin’s. “Thank you,” he says. Yoojin feels the brush of the man’s fingers against his palm down to his bones.
“If you want to buy good cucumbers, you should choose the ones that are more firm,” he adds, not sure what else to say. He subtly shakes his hand out by his side, trying to rid himself of the lingering sensation of fingertips on his skin.
Thankfully, the smile growing on the man’s face pulls his attention away from his hand. It’s the kind of smile that people use when they’re trying to hide amusement, and Yoojin’s hackles automatically rise at the thought. “This fellow customer has been so helpful,” he says amicably, tucking the zucchini that Yoojin handed him into his basket. “Perhaps you’d be willing to help me with the rest of my groceries as well?”
Yoojin makes a face. “I have my own things to shop for.”
“Then we can accompany each other.”
“There’s no need—”
“Where do you suppose the aisle with noodles is?”
His pink string is, Yoojin finds, a complete asshole.
Unfortunately, Yoojin can’t figure out a proper excuse before the man begins herding him in the direction of the opposite side of the store, so he resigns himself to his fate. “You’re going in the wrong direction,” he says once they pass the noodle aisle.
The man hums with interest. “Am I?”
Yoojin revises his assessment. His pink string is actually insane.
The man ends up dragging him down the sauce aisle. Yoojin leaves him to stare blankly at the array of soy sauce while he grabs another container of gochujang and a bottle of rice syrup. Yoojin watches him stare at the shelves of bottles for a very amusing twenty seconds before reaching out and snagging the brand that he uses at home. “Here,” he says, pressing the bottle into the man’s hands. This time, it leaves less sparks. “Have you never cooked before?”
“Knowing how to cook and shopping for ingredients seem to be two different skills.”
Yoojin snorts before he can stop himself. “This ahjussi is good at talking around the topic. Whatever he means, he should say.”
The raised eyebrow is back. “And this customer isn’t very polite to his fellow customers.”
“The other customer was impolite first, so it seems both are at fault.”
The man rolls his shoulders in an aborted shrug, like it’s true but he can’t be bothered to acknowledge it. “What is this impolite customer’s name?” The interest in his expression feels genuine.
“If that’s what you want to know, then you should give your own.”
“I’m Sung Hyunjae,” the man says easily, though the way he looks expectantly at Yoojin afterwards makes Yoojin think that he should recognize the name.
“I’m Han Yoojin,” he says, despite the very Yoohyun-like voice inside him that says he shouldn’t give his name to strangers that he’s known for all of two minutes.
“Would Han Yoojin-ssi like to help me choose a bag of somyeon to buy as well?”
And Yoojin should say ‘no’ and continue with his own grocery shopping, but he feels the incorporeal weight of the string around his finger and finds himself saying, “Will Sung Hyunjae-ssi be able to choose without my assistance?” instead.
Sung Hyunjae smiles.
When they go to check out, Yoojin finds out that Sung Hyunjae already paid for his groceries when he goes to hand over his card. “That was unnecessary,” he protests once he’s caught up to Sung Hyunjae at the entrance.
Sung Hyunjae hardly even blinks. “What if I wanted to pay for Han Yoojin-ssi?”
“It’s still unnecessary.”
“Then see it as someone paying for their junior.”
Yoojin pauses. “Should I call you hyung, then?” he says, trying not to laugh. It feels unwieldy and informal in his mouth, and even without asking, he knows that Sung Hyunjae would agree.
“Let’s get closer first,” he says, as expected.
Yoojin chooses not to linger over the choice of words—when are they ever going to meet again?—and instead nods politely to Sung Hyunjae. “Thank you for your assistance today,” he says, even though he was the one to help Sung Hyunjae choose his items and having him pay for Yoojin’s groceries felt more like a favor to the other man than himself.
“It was my pleasure.”
Yoojin leaves Sung Hyunjae at his car and heads towards the bus stop, doing his best to convince himself not to look back as he walks away.
(He gives in eventually while he waits at the bus stop, watching the pink string bob and shift as Sung Hyunjae drives back to wherever he must live. It’s much more active than it ever had been before, and unfortunately just as attention-grabbing and annoying as the person it’s connected to.
Maybe that’s what the pink color stands for, Yoojin thinks wryly as he boards the bus. Annoyance.)
-
Yoojin really, really expects to never see Sung Hyunjae again. Seoul is a big city, and it looks like they run in completely different circles. Why would he ever meet the man again?
Unfortunately, Sung Hyungjae does not seem to have gotten this memo.
“Ah, Yoojin-gun,” Sung Hyunjae greets when he steps up to the counter. He’s wearing his full business suit again, and Yoojin has a brief flash of worry that his workplace is near this coffee shop. Will he have to see Sung Hyunjae all the time from now on?
Yoojin shoves this impending spiral to the side in favor of giving Sung Hyunjae a dry look. “If Sung Hyunjae-ssi will call me Yoojin-gun, then I will continue to call him ahjussi.”
Sung Hyunjae, the bastard, just smiles. “Would you prefer Yoojin-ah?”
Yoojin can’t help the shudder that runs down his spine, face twisting like he just took a bite of a lemon. Coupled with that expression… “Yoojin-gun is fine,” he says reluctantly. “What does ahjussi want to drink?”
Sung Hyunjae just orders a black coffee, which seems terribly in-character for him. “Does Sung Hyunjae-ssi not have a coffee maker to make coffee for himself at home?” Yoojin asks, handing Sung Hyunjae’s card back to him and beginning the incredibly arduous task of filling a travel cup with coffee that has already been brewed.
Sung Hyunjae follows him around the counter. “Either way, I’m here to see Yoojin-gun, of course.”
Yoojin frowns. Sung Hyunjae would’ve had no idea that Yoojin works here, if this is his first time visiting the coffee shop. Has Yoojin just not seen him?
He fits a lid over the cup and hands it over to Sung Hyunjae. “Have you been here before?” he asks curiously. It’s possible that he came in during a rush hour and Yoojin just didn’t have time to register who he was, though that seems unlikely.
Sung Hyunjae smiles and takes the coffee. “No. Thank you for the coffee, Yoojin-gun. I’m sure I’ll see you again soon.”
Yoojin frowns at Sung Hyunjae’s retreating back. Surely he’s just imagining how foreboding that sounded.
-
“No.” Yoojin stops in his tracks and gapes.
Sung Hyungjae waves. “Hello, Yoojin-gun.”
“You—” Yoojin looks around wildly, not sure what he’s expecting to see, but it’s still just the walking path next to the Han River that he was strolling along before, and still just Sung Hyunjae sitting on a bench to the side of that path. “Are you stalking me?”
“Why would I stalk Yoojin-gun?”
“That’s the question I should ask my stalker.”
“I’ll wait here until you’ve contacted them.”
“Then I’ll ask again: why are you here, Sung Hyunjae-ssi?”
Sung Hyunjae just smiles. Yoojin wonders how he always manages to make the expression so that it perfectly gets on Yoojin’s nerves. “I’m just here to enjoy a walk along the river.” It’s a completely reasonable explanation, but somehow Yoojin doesn’t believe him. “It would be more enjoyable if I could join Yoojin-gun.”
Yoojin doesn’t even pause to think about it. “No.” He spins on his heel and heads back the way he came, never mind the fact that he really did come out here to take a walk.
Walks can happen any time. Avoiding Sung Hyunjae takes priority.
-
A week later, Yoojin spots Sung Hyunjae standing outside of a high-rise building, looking down at his phone.
Yoojin crosses to the other side of the road.
-
“No,” he whispers to himself, looking in through the window of the coffee shop he was prepared to step into, and resigns himself to going without caffeine for the morning.
-
“I cannot believe you.” Yoojin frowns at Sung Hyunjae.
They’re back on a bus.
He resolutely does not make conversation for the entire, twenty minute commute to the stop that he gets off at. He also resolutely does not look at Sung Hyunjae, who, based on what Yoojin can see out of the corner of his eye, spends that time smiling at Yoojin.
He does see a young woman sneaking peeks at the handsome businessman sitting a few seats down from her and wishes that he could live in her blissful ignorance.
-
“So you’ve never spoken?” Yoohyun frowns and puts a hand out for the bowl of cut potatoes that Yoojin passes to him for the pot of doenjang jjigae simmering on the stove.
“We spoke once,” Yoojin corrects. “Twice, if you count the coffee shop. Wait, three…?” But do any of those meetings really count as talking to Sung Hyunjae?
“And you know for certain that he’s the one who’s connected to you?”
Yoojin shakes his hand at Yoohyun even though he can’t see the string dangling from his pinky. “It’s hard to miss.” It’s actually rather eye-catching when Yoojin is standing next to Sung Hyunjae, since it contrasts so sharply with the man’s entire look.
Yoohyun shoves Yoojin’s hand out of his face with an exasperated look. “Fine, fine. I just thought I’d ask. Can you get the eggs from the fridge while I cut the mushrooms?”
Yoojin does as he asks, grabbing the container of gyeran jangjorim and bringing it over to the table where they’ll be eating. “Like I said, I see him around everywhere, but I don’t want to talk to someone I don’t know.”
“You don’t know anything about him, then?”
“He’s probably rich,” Yoojin says, wrinkling his nose. “He said that his name is Sung Hyunjae. He drinks his coffee black.”
Yoohyun stops in the middle of putting mushrooms in the pan to turn around and stare at him. “Sung Hyunjae?”
“Yes?”
“You’re sure?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Yoojin impatiently gestures for him to turn back to the stove. “Yah, Yoohyun-ah, if you have something to say, just say it.”
Yoohyun slowly turns back around and gives the mushrooms a few half-hearted swipes. “Hyung, if you’re right, the Sung Hyunjae that I’m thinking of might be one of the richest men in Korea. Top one hundred, at least.”
That can’t be right. “He rides the bus,” Yoojin points out reasonably.
Yoohyun gives him a look. “Rich people can’t ride the bus?”
“Why would they?” Sung Hyunjae does seem like the type to have a chauffeur drive him around everywhere. It fits his arrogant, handsome chaebol look.
“Hyung, can you…?” Yoohyun gestures vaguely to the pan before raising his phone. “I’ll see if I can pull up a picture of him.”
Yoojin sets his hands on his hips in indignation. “You’re asking your brother, the person who raised you, so rudely?”
“That only worked on me the first two times you did it,” Yoohyun says, raising an eyebrow. “Eventually you have to run out of ways to guilt me into doing things for you.” Yoojin keeps staring. Yoohyun sighs. “Hyung, could you please make sure the mushrooms don’t burn while I look up this person to help you?”
“Sure, Yoohyun-ah.”
Yoohyun snorts and steps to the side so Yoojin can take over at the stove. “Whoa, he has a lot of overseas investments, apparently,” he hears Yoohyun mutter after a few moments. “Mostly in technology—oh, here we go.” He tilts the phone in Yoojin’s direction. “Is this him?”
Yoojin’s not sure what he was expecting when he looks over at Yoohyun’s phone, but it’s still not a professional picture of the same man who may or may not have been stalking him for the past month. “Huh. Yes, that’s him.” He returns to cooking the beoseot bokkeum, but for some reason, the only thought that runs through his head at that moment is that the Sung Hyunjae he saw once in the grocery store, sleeves pushed up to his elbows and looking confusedly at the shelves of soy sauce, looks much better than the one that smirks at him through the screen of Yoohyun’s phone.
Yoohyun elbows him out of the way of the stove so he can begin adding seasonings to the pan. “You said that you’ve never seen a thread in the color that you’re connected with before?”
“Pretty much.” He has seen the pink before once or twice, but it’s hard to tell what it might mean when it connects two strangers. He catches Yoohyun’s concerned look and shoves him gently on the shoulder. “Don’t worry about it so much, Yoohyun-ah. Let’s focus on dinner, okay?”
If his current track record with Sung Hyunjae is any indication, he’ll be forced to figure it out soon anyway.
-
When Yoojin next spots Sung Hyunjae at a crosswalk intersection, the most he can muster is a deep sigh of resignation. “I’ve seen Sung Hyunjae-ssi more often than my own brother recently,” Yoojin says, waving to him in greeting. It’s somehow reassuring to see Sung Hyunjae look equally startled to see him this time, rather than infuriatingly smug. Of course, his version of startled is a delicate raise of both eyebrows rather than just one, but Yoojin takes it as a victory.
“Yoojin-gun,” he greets. Unfortunately, Yoojin has no other option than to join him at the crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. “Yoojin-gun does seem like an older brother type.”
Yoojin eyes the man next to him and tries to imagine him with any siblings. Not any younger siblings, surely, but perhaps one that’s older? Though the thought of Sung Hyunjae calling anyone hyung or noona… “Sung Hyunjae-ssi is an only child,” he declares.
“Yoojin-gun seems very confident about this.”
Yoojin is, strangely. “Yes.”
“Hm,” Sung Hyunjae hums. “I have a sister who’s older by thirteen years.”
“Do you?”
“Certainly.”
Yoojin narrows his eyes at Sung Hyunjae’s guileless expression. “Sung Hyunjae-ssi doesn’t have any siblings,” he decides.
The light changes. “My sister will be so disappointed to hear this when I tell her,” Sung Hyunjae says mildly as they cross the street.
“Sung Hyunjae-ssi shouldn’t lie to strangers.”
“Yoojin-gun is so cold for calling me a stranger when he said himself that he sees me more often than his brother.”
“Don’t make up strange meanings to my words, ahjussi. I can always just look up the real answer on Naver.” Once they reach the other side of the crosswalk, Yoojin takes two steps before he realizes that no one is following him. “Oh, are you headed somewhere else, then?”
Sung Hyunjae’s pause lasts for another second before a corner of his lips lifts. “The best place for me to be is by Yoojin-gun’s side.” It’s a statement, but there’s a question buried beneath it as well.
Yoojin throws his hands up in surrender. Perhaps if he and Sung Hyunjae get sick of each other, the universe will grow tired of pushing them together. “Fine. Fine! If you do anything suspicious, I will call the police,” he threatens. “I’m going to go eat dinner at that restaurant over there. Come on.”
The dinner, surprisingly, goes no worse than any of their other interactions. Sung Hyunjae, in his collared shirt and slacks, should look out of place amongst the worn tables and chairs of the family restaurant that Yoojin and Yoohyun have been going to since they were children, but instead he looks… comfortable. Softer.
Yoojin glances down at his string once during the dinner, throat crawling with some thick, unnamed emotion. It’s still there, swaying gently in the air between them.
Maybe he can give Sung Hyunjae a chance. Maybe there’s something more to their chance meetings, a reason why the string connects them.
When he looks up again, there’s a there’s a split second where he’s convinced that Sung Hyunjae’s eyes are unerringly trained on the base of Yoojin’s pinky where the string is tied, but between one blink and the next, he has his infuriating smile plastered back in his face and Yoojin uneasily brushes it off as his own mistake or a trick of the light.
Strange.
“Ahjussi,” he says once they’ve finished their food. “You’ll be paying, right?”
“I should get something in return for paying for Yoojin-gun so often, shouldn’t I?” Despite his words, though, Sung Hyunjae puts down his card without waiting for a promise.
“Sung Hyunjae-ssi seems like he has the money to spare.”
“Is Yoojin-gun so confident that he’s what I prefer to spend my money on?”
“I trust that Sung Hyunjae-ssi is polite enough to pay for the person in need in front of him instead of waiting to purchase another unnecessary accessory.”
“Yoojin-gun should be my next accessory, then.”
Yoojin makes a face. “What nonsense is this ahjussi saying?” Is he just an item to this rich person? Thankfully, one of the restaurant employees interrupts to return Sung Hyunjae’s card and that line of conversation is dropped.
Yoojin takes a deep breath once they step out of the restaurant, feeling like there might be something different, something changed in the air. The sun is just starting to set on the horizon, and the rays of golden light reflecting off of metal and glass are equal parts warming and blinding.
“I’ll see Yoojin-gun again, hm?” Sung Hyunjae hums, turned away from the direction that Yoojin will be going. He still doesn’t know anything about Sung Hyunjae, much less have his contact information, but he believes it. He’ll have time to unravel all of this man’s mysteries in the future.
They’ll meet again.
“See you, Hyunjae-ssi.”
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Hihi! I just read ur befriended a slime post and o would love to see more characters react to you befriending a slime! I love ur writing so much💛💛 I don’t have specific characters in mind so any you want to do is fine🥰
Hey! Thank you so much for the compliments, I'm glad to hear my silly little stories brought you joy! I too absolutely adored the concept so I added some more I could come up with something for. I hope you like them <3
P.S.: I also love how your username is very fitting for this specific fic request. I love it! 😭
"That Day I Befriended A Slime" (II)
ft. Ayato, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh, Albedo x Reader [Fluff, Crack]
→ Part I (Xiao, Zhongli, Tighnari, Alhaitham, Childe, Diluc)
→ Masterlist || → Taglist
→ Ayato didn’t anticipate returning home from his meeting to find you sitting in the small pond in front of the Estate. You are drenched from head to toe and are just about to be tackled by the hydro slime in front of you.
"Oh, Archons no!", Ayato yells, dropping everything he is holding to rush towards your position and practically dives into the water to shield you from the attack of the slime. He pulls out his sword and tells you to get behind him.
Slightly nervous he looks around because he knows he will have trouble defeating it alone. A hydro vision is useless against hydro slimes. He hates feeling so helpless but he might have to rely on someone else here.
"Thoma! Ayaka! Get here quick!"
"Ayato...", you giggle, placing a hand on his shoulder and brushing a strand of drenched pastel blue hair behind his ear. "It won't harm anyone. I found it in Chinju Forest and it followed me back here."
"...w-what?"
He watches in disbelief as the slime slowly crawls into your arms and nuzzles into your chest before it closes its eyes and starts emitting gurgly purring noises.
→ Itto is faced with your beaming smile before you pull him by his hand, prompting him to follow you. All you had told him was that you need to show him something and he is practically bursting with excitement about what it was.
"What, what, what?! Come on, tell me. What do you want to show me?!", Itto beams.
"Patience! We're almost there!"
You lead him to a small enclosed garden behind one of the shops in Hanamizaka, taking a little glass jar out of your bag that contains some rocks. You shake the glass a couple of times and Itto looks around, seemingly waiting for a reaction. His eyes widen in surprise as soon as a small geo slime crawls out under the hedge and in your direction.
"Do you want to give him a treat?", you ask teasingly, but you don't even have to wait for an answer as he is rushing straight towards the little slime with open arms already.
"Oh by the gods, look at the little dude!! We gotta give him a name. Itto the Second? Itto Junior? Whadda'ya think?"
Needless to say, the slime is now a new addition to your little family. And another upside is that Ushi seems to get along with it as well.
→ Kaeya meets up with you at your apartment after being done with work for the day. He was thinking about your homemade dinner all day already and is ready to melt into your arms as soon as he is able to. What he does not expect today is walking into your apartment bathroom and finding a sleeping cryo slime in your bathtub.
"Uuuuh... sweetheart?", he chuckles with unease in his voice.
"Yes, Love?"
"You are aware that there is a cryo slime peacefully taking a nap in your bathtub, yes?", he inquired and scrunched his eyebrows in concern.
"Yes."
"Yes?!", he exclaims in disbelief.
"Yes.", you reassure. "I bonded with it when it was hot outside and we both took shelter under the same tree. Poor thing looked scared to death. It probably thought it would melt. So... I put it in my bag and put it in the bathroom because it's cold there.", you satisfy his curiosity. "Plus... it kind of reminds me of you."
You have never seen him that quiet before. What a rare moment to see the Cavalry Captain lost for words.
And as much as finding the little slime flabbergasted him. He soon warms up to it and you sometimes even find him napping on your sofa with the slime pressed flush to his chest.
→ Kaveh comes home only to find a dendro slime on his desk, happily chewing away on his blueprints. Taking a few seconds before processing what is happening he darts forward to push the slime off his desk and pull the saliva-drenched remnants of his blueprints out of the slime's mouth.
"No, no... noooo.", he groans, pulling on his hair. He has no idea how it got in here but there is only one possible explanation for it.
Angrily he marches into the living room with his fists balled on his sides.
"Alhaitham! Why did you put a slime into my room?!", he fumes.
"Because your partner dropped it off here earlier even though I told them you're not here yet. They said something about a... pet? It wanted to chew on my books so I threw it into your room.", he explains without looking up from the book in his hands once.
"Oh grand. And you didn't consider that it would continue to chew on my things there?"
"I fail to see how that is my problem."
However, it sort of starts to become his problem as soon as Alhaitham finds out you and Kaveh named the slime "Hai-Hai" in reference to the sprouts on its head that apparently share similarities to his own hair.
→ Albedo finds you and Klee kneeling in the grass just outside of the Mondstadt city gates. A beaming smile on the little girl's face and reaching down towards something that he is unable to make out at first, due to your backs blocking his vision. As soon as he steps closer he identifies what you are kneeling next to. A little geo slime is nuzzling into your lap while Klee pats its head.
"Mr. Albedo!!", Klee cheers. "Look what we found. Klee made a slime friend!"
"Ah, that is wonderful, Klee!", he smiles in her direction. "So that's the project you were working on the past weeks I assume?", he inquires directed at you.
"Bingo. Turns out my slime-tamer elixir is a success. With this, we might be able to domesticate them. As you can see, this little guy over here turned from a little feral blob into a snuggly little pet.", you explain.
He eyes the slime with curiosity. This is certainly a most amazing find. As expected of you. He never had any doubt you wouldn't succeed with anything you had set your mind on.
"Fascinating. You've got to show me your notes on this-"
"Mr. Albedo! Can we keep it? Please, please, please!", Klee interrupts and excitedly jumps up and down clutching onto the Alchemist's coat.
"I don't see any reason why we shouldn't."
"Yaaay!"
Watching you and Klee play with the slime and seeing your proud smile makes his heart swell in his chest. You are truly the most gifted person he has ever met.
Do not repost, copy, translate or edit - © dustofthedailylife || reblogs, comments, and asks about Genshin or my fics are always appreciated!
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soft launch — mason mount insta!au
A/N: just tried to do something funny and cute whilst i’m still writing the next fic. i’ve never done this before 🫣 but im quite proud with the result. hope y’all enjoy it xx
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ok so not really a request but hc: pre-sw, hope lupin had an instagram account, she mostly just posted recipies/ craft projects, super wholesome. She had a small following, but mostly just friends and aquaintences. Then at some point remus/sirius/ the lions tag her in a post and OVERNIGHT there are hoards of hockey fans hyping up her little digital diary. And she's just minorly internet famous for years just and chooses not to bring it up.
IDK IF THAT MAKES SENSE BUT INFLUENCER HOPE >>>
I hope you're not bothered that I made a full fic out of this, but it was too good to resist. Characters belong to @lumosinlove!
Hope Lupin had a hobby. A hobby she was quite proud of—it was an internet masterpiece that had been literal years in the making, giving her the perfect amount of payoff for very little work. Bake a pie? Take a picture. Make a birthday cake? Take a picture. Whip up a batch of cookies? Take a picture. Then, whenever she had some free time, post that picture on her Instagram with a screenshot (Remus had spent an afternoon helping her figure that out) and set her phone aside. The account was almost as old as Jules. A whole 64 people followed her, and some of them weren’t even family.
Honestly, Hope considered her Instagram account a living, growing recipe book rather than any sort of social media. She had Facebook for that. As such, it’s easy to imagine her surprise when she opened her phone to 6,500 likes on her cookies from the night before.
“Lyall,” she called from the kitchen, squinting down at the screen. “I think my phone was hacked.”
But when she went to scroll through the sudden influx of followers—nearly 5,000 new ones, just overnight—the usernames seemed real. The accounts checked out. Faces of complete strangers stared back at her, smiling from wherever in the world they lived.
“You were hacked?” Lyall was still scrubbing grease off his hands when he came in. “Your phone?”
“I…don’t know.”
His brow creased in bafflement and concern, and Hope tilted the phone up to show him. The frown slowly dissipated; his eyes widened when he looked to her follower count. “Holy shit, Howie.”
She bit her lower lip and refreshed the page. 24 new people in a minute and a half. “I don’t know what I did.”
Lyall shook his head, then leaned back to the hallway. “Julian!” he shouted.
A dull thunk followed. “What?”
“C’mere, your mother went viral!”
“What?” The door to Jules’ room flew open and he came barreling into the kitchen, standing on his toes to see the phone where he hung off Lyall’s arm. “How? On what?”
She bent slightly to show him her phone. “On Instagram. Look at all these people. It was just a cookie recipe, I swear.”
Jules chewed the inside of his cheek. She could practically see the gears turning in his head. “Well,” he finally said. “Have you checked Remus’ Instagram?”
“Why would that—oh my god, I forgot he’s famous now.” Lyall snorted as Hope dove for her phone again, scrolling rapidly through her notifications until she reached the previous day. Sure enough, there it was: [rj.lupin] mentioned you in their story!
@bakingwithhope: Missing those kitchen sink cookies today! Save one for me : )
Her phone gave another little ping!
You have: [37] new notifications.
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At first, Hope wondered whether she should be a little more mindful of her posts. Maybe she could take requests? People certainly left enough of them in the comments. It felt a little silly to share a combination of internet recipes, anything she could dig out of her mother’s old cookbooks, and random ideas from a Saturday afternoon with a crowd of literal thousands. Her most-liked post was Remus’ 15th birthday; she didn’t quite know how to feel about that. It was a very sweet picture of him and baby Jules sharing a piece of cake, though.
In the end, doing nothing different worked perfectly in her favor. The rush of followers slowed after a day, leaving her at a grand total of 15,167 people (and counting), a number she couldn’t even begin to fathom. The only acknowledgement she made about the change was a simple post when she found a few minutes of free time.
Hello! seemed like a good start.
There have been a lot of new people over the past few days—welcome to my Instagram! My name is Hope Lupin, I’m from Madison, and I have two boys with my husband Lyall. I’ve had this blog for almost eleven years now (wow!), so I’m sure there’s something here you’ll enjoy baking. Thanks for sharing my hobby with me, and have a wonderful day!
Love and hugs,
Hope (@bakingwithhope)
Nobody had told her going viral would be so fun. Her little recipe book suddenly had all sorts of kind words from people admiring her food, and anyone who came in with criticism was shut down before she could delete the comment. Hope had never seen so many ‘your mom’ jokes in one spot. The fame came with a bit of a thrill as well, knowing that so many people liked what she made. The Howells were a humble family, but Hope knew her worth, and she had her own private pride that threw confetti whenever her notifications lit up.
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[diamondlucy]: Okay first where’s your hairclip from second how did you make the egg whites like that third HOW ARE YOU NOT 35 YEARS OLD WTF
[lillian.william]: ohmygod I’m in Madison too can we meet up??? Cookie exchange??
[yeehonkinhaw]: now I see why people in that fan comment video were calling her a milf and they were RIGHT
Response to [yeehonkinhaw] from [vibecheck32]: man I just wanted a blackberry cobbler
Response to [yeehonkinhaw] from [ladylu]: Hey that’s OUR mom now show some respect
[lionsftw45]: LMAOOO @RJLUPIN ARE YOU ACTUALLY BANNED FROM BAKING
Jules found it significantly less exciting as the week progressed.
“Lane’s dad wants your lemon meringue pie recipe,” he called from the front door on the Monday after her oldest son launched her into the world of influencers. “It’s kinda cool, I’m double-famous now.”
And on Tuesday, “Do you have leftovers of Grandmom’s almond cookies?”
“Do you use a special version of blackberry cobbler, or is there, like, a normal one?” was Wednesday’s weary question.
“I just told Maria I didn’t know how you got a flaky pie crust,” he said on Thursday.
“Turtle brownies.” It sounded almost like a curse when Jules dragged himself through the door on Friday. He looked into the kitchen, where Hope was still packing up the previous night’s chocolate fest, and sighed. “So many turtle brownies.”
But in her glee, there was one person she forgot to inform of her sudden spotlight.
“You have what?” Remus spluttered as Sirius laughed hysterically in the background.
“I thought you knew!” Hope defended, holding the phone between her ear and shoulder while she scrubbed out a bundt pan. “It’s your fault, anyway.”
“How is it my—you have how many followers? Oh my god, mom! Do you have any ideas how many people have been tagging me?”
Hope huffed. “Don’t sound so surprised. And I’m serious, you mentioned me in your Instagram two weeks ago and now all these people think I’m a cool mom. They’re right, but still.”
Remus fell quiet, leaving Sirius to his snickering. “I’m…sorry?”
“Oh, no, I think it’s a lot of fun. They’re very nice people. I was going to take requests, but that seemed like cheating, you know?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I’m starting a dessert salad series,” she added, pointedly ignoring Lyall’s snort of laughter into his water at Remus’ faint noise of agreement. “Do you have your aunt Allison’s blueberry pie recipe, by the way? I can’t find it.”
Rustling filled the line for a moment and she paused. “Yes,” Sirius finally said, followed by the sound of a distant struggle. “Yes, I—stop it!—I have it. You brought it for Thanksgiving.”
“Give it back! My mom is famous, this is—I’m happy, but it’s weird!”
“Lovely, I was worried I lost it.” Hope tried not to let her amusement slip through; Remus sounded like he was struggling. “Will you send a picture?”
“Ouais, I’d be happy too.” They were both giggling now over Remus’ distress. “Have a good one, Hope.”
“You too, sweetheart. Bye, Remus! I’ll tag you in the next post!”
She hung up, turned to Lyall, and they both burst out laughing.
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masterpost of my fics on ao3
Just doing this because I want to have something pinned on my page here but well, a reminder of my old fics from different fandoms because kudos and comments are appreciated as well so it motivates me to keep on writing. Hopefully there's new ones updated soon as long as my inspiration kicks in.
Currenly working on two mevie fics so let's see how that goes!
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Let's start with the ones that are completed and I'm really proud of.
it's always about fate
pairing: beca and chloe (pitch perfect)
rating: T
Summary: Chloe sighed and walked in the coffee shop with the phone in her hands. She didn’t want to have this conversation today and yet there she was, talking about it when she just wanted a coffee and have a relaxing afternoon writing down new ideas for her stories and not pining over her online friend. Then the moment she looked up she saw someone she really wanted to see too and the reason why her heart was so divided and yet confusing. Beca.
2. unsay these spoken words
pairing: regina mills and emma swan (once upon a time)
rating: T
Summary: Because maybe, after all, she could take the pain and continue with her life. But maybe she thought she could, when actually her heart was already broken and the scattered pieces all over her chest were not enough to make her realize that she was alone, and hurt. She had hope... until she saw the ring on her finger.
3. fool for you
pairing: harry hook x evie grimhilde (descendants)
rating: T
Summary: Her smile forever gone after the images came back to her mind, sending chills all over her body and a strange feeling going slowly up her spine. And in that instant, she closed her eyes. Right when it hit her. Right when Harry stood up and placed a hand on her arm.
“It reminds ye o’ that night, eh?"
4. let me
pairing: mal and evie (descendants)
rating: T
Summary: "Mal?"
"I'm fine. Let's change and go dance, okay?"
The girl tried to slip away from her arms but Evie kept holding her because she knew something was off. And it was right there, in that hug, when she felt a sting of pain way worse than the last. Her hand immediately went to her skin to keep it hidden.
But Evie's eyes were already on the injury.
And Mal was so ready to hear her complain about the dress she just destroyed because she wasn't careful enough with it. And to be honest, she just couldn't deal with that in that exact moment.
5. watch me ride the beat
pairing: mal and evie (descendants)
rating: E
Summary: “Oh! I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking.” Wow, she’s even prettier in front of me. Evie thought with both of her hands on her shoulders for support, as the blonde’s hands kept a hold on her hips, keeping her still. “I’m really sorry.” The brunette ran her fingers through her hair and her other hand touched the girl’s nape, without her even noticing it. She seemed to be too busy holding Evie by her waist. Her fingers slightly touching her bare back.
“Don’t worry. It’s not your fault. I wasn’t paying attention either.”
or the smutty club!au fic no one asked for but i needed to write
and here comes the unfinished ones but that will be finished one day, trust me.
some things are meant to be
pairing: mal and evie (descendants)
rating: M
Summary: Everyone knew what a soulmate was back in Auradon, where princes and princesses lived their own happily ever after. Where their parents taught them what true love was without fear. Needless to say they believed in their own destiny but the idea of having a soulmate was so exciting for all of them. But back on The Isle… Descendants of pure evil weren’t fond of the idea, especially considering what their parents taught them; "love is not for us, love is weakness, we’re villains and you are our next generation to take over the world and finally get the revenge we so desire."
But everything changed when four of them were sent to Auradon. And it all started when two girls were 6 years old...
or the Soulmate!AU nobody asked for but I really wanted to write.
2. to find the light even in the darkest places
pairing: mal and evie (descendants + shadowhunters universe)
rating: E
Summary: Evie and Harry are two of the best shadowhunters of their generation. They never get in trouble and they always get the job perfectly done… until they go on a mission and everything starts to change and leads them into an unexpected path. Should they continue their normal lives or live as they want to without thinking of the consequences? Is it more important to find and follow love than their duties as shadowhunters and working for the Clave? Even when a new source of evil arises and things start to get more serious… is everything worth fighting for?
It all starts with a simple order from the Clave…
or the shadowhunters!au no one asked for but we needed to write
There's also two in Spanish in case I have followers who actually speaks the language and not just me and the last one is one of my favorites from my favorite couple so please check it out, thanksssss!!
#mevie#malvie#swanqueen#bechloe#writing#ao3#pinned#mal#evie#mal and evie#regina mills#emma swan#beca mitchell#chloe beale#mystuff#fic rec#fanfic#ao3feed#descendants#; about me#ao3 author#read on ao3#archive of our own#fic writing
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Guys, it is El WooWoo Wednesday and all the others. We know the drill by now. But you know what is big news? It’s February, aka Figuary! Thank you @artsyunderstudy for the tag on this fine Figuary day.
(Gonna plug my figure drawing Snowbaz AU The Naked Truth real quick!)
Yesterday I didn’t write anything new to make a fire out of this flame, but instead I spent an hour formatting it. The good thing about textfics is that I do not care for typos etc., but the bad part is the formatting. I should’ve taken the Little Numbers approach, but I also love the occasionally silly usernames.
I am actually a bit stuck on the ending, though. Like... I am so close to finishing it, I can practically taste it, if it were able to taste fics (this would be a fun ask game, as in, what would your fic taste like?)
Have some pining Baz:
I have some general writing thoughts under the tags and cut, so feel free to skip them, but first the weather, and by weather I mean the tags. I started Welcome to Night Vale yesterday after all the #cecilsweep hype, but I actually used this bad joke before.
ANYWAY. Tags! @quizasvivamos @blurglesmurfklaine @coffeegleek @esperantoauthor @otherworldsivelivedin @caramelcoffeeaddict @sillyunicorn @bazzybelle @dragoneggos @raenestee @tectonicduck @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @thnxforknowingme @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @takitalks @justgleekout @cerriddwenluna @tea-brigade @ivelovedhimthroughworse @moodandmist @whogaveyoupermission @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @ionlydrinkhotwater @1908jmd @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @larkral @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @cutestkilla @nausikaaa/@wellbelesbian @facewithoutheart @boyinjeans @captain-aralias @martsonmars
Basically I am thinking about how I want to approach writing this year. I like writing. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here yapping about writing, but I have talked plenty about what I have dubbed “my girlboss situation”, which is that I took on so many things last year that I was “girlbossing too close to the sun”, which I need to credit Christina’s fic Thirst Trapped for, which in turn has to credit TikTok. So I am already not doing potenial challenges like the Klaine CC Valentine’s challenge and the Carry On Big Bang, and I am very on the fence about the Klaine Roulette because I want to join but also... no... girlboss situation. But I do want to do something.
I know I have many WIPs and that I also want to finish them, but there is just so much to write and honestly, I don’t mind if it takes a while. That’s why I came up with the whole hospital thing.
So I guess I am doing smaller new things now? I knew I was fucked when I claimed not one, but two prompts at the AU Please! fest, but come on, one was “Dex has the superpower to turn into a lobster”. I might actually drop that one, because I have no idea what to write for it, so ideas are welcome. And the other is a prompt where Jack travels in time and meets his past/future self, and I picked that one in the hope to get me back into my own Zimbits time travel fic. Apart from AU Please! I will do some small things for that new Radio Silence challenge, because if there’s one thing that will break my restraint, it’s a small fandom. If someone takes the effort to make the possibly first challenge for a fandom, then I am 🥹. But I hope that all of these fics will be around 1k. There was, for example, another prompt in AU Please! that I absolutely love, but the story that I saw unraveling in my mind was a big one so *wink wink nudge nudge* if you are a Zimbits writer, please claim the role reversal one so that I can read it.
I don’t really have a point here. I said above the cut that it’s just some musings. It’s on my mind because my 3rd university semester happened and I had an existential crisis at 1:30AM, as you do, about my potential OFFLINE girlboss situation (2 commissions at my queer organisation, master thesis, Chinese classes, art organisation, sidejob, intensive university course... ya... I may have girlbossed too close to the sun here) and I had a moment of “what do I do with my limited free time I do not have time to write if I also want to read and paint and draw and game.”
Look, I know I just wrote a WIP for my SJAEU about how terrible it actually is for Luke to be awake 24/7, but also, he does have more time than I do!
But yeah. Just some musings from a 24 year old having a potential quarter to life crisis. Also, I only recently found out I’ve been misspelling potential for over a decade. I wrote potentional. No idea where the extra o and n came from.
#wip wednesday#tagged in#i wrote the lesbian thing after i came home from a dinner thing where we talked about the lesbische liga's podcast yada yada long story#niall: yOU STARTED IT MAN
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HI OMG!!! IT'S YOU I'VE BEEN TRYING TO FIND YOU AGAIN HIIII!!! You are so awesome I'm so happy you exist please continue existing argahhrhs I remember sending an ask a long time ago and you replying so nicely and making me happy and I have not forgotten about you since (I forgot ur username but also I forget my own birthday so like/lh) rahrah I hope that's not weird m sorry if it is I uhhh
Neeways for the asks thing!! If if you're still taking (idk when u reblogged it I didn't see)
what made you start your blog?
tell a story about your childhood
what’s some good advice you want to share?
Pls have the greatest day and have a very good year this year (im manifesting it this is a threat/silly)
AAAAAAA YOU FOUND ME!!!! WELCOME BACK MY CHILD COME HERE!!!
Thank YOU for existing 😭😭 I’m literally nothing w/o you guys I love you so much — which ask we’re you if you don’t mind me asking??? :0 I don’t remember a lot of my works BFJBSJS
anyways! Answer time!
what made you start your blog?
I started it because I had been talking to a mutual on another account I believe? In any case @tmntxthings is a huge reason why I had the guts to post my stuff :(( ❤️❤️ they were a huge support and even gave me ideas for my first post: Leo x ShyFelineReader. They are AWESOME and you should check em out >:)
share a childhood story!
Ooo boy… which one should I pick? Alright. I don’t remember a lot from my childhood, but this one’s pretty funny in hindsight.
in 5th grade, I was definitely the “everyone needs to act their age” kid.. it wasn’t cute but anyway— one day when I was playing on the playground I noticed a little spider in the wood chips. I bent to look at it and a few girls surrounded me to see what I was looking at. They freaked out upon seeing the spider but I insisted I just wanted to help it and attempted to scoop it up.
just then, a shoe comes out of nowhere and steps on the spider (and, effectively, my fingers.)
now I have a huge respect for life, so my teachers pet looking ass stood up and shoved this girl. Not like pushed — like SHOVED. “That’s an innocent creature! This is his home! It WAS at least— how would you have liked it? How would you like it if I squashed you and left you to die!?”
Looking back I was intense asf as a little 12 y/o but eventually I ran off after scaring the shit out of this girl.
I… ended up apologizing once my favorite teacher’s aid had us talk to each other but STILL BADASS FOR A TEACHERS PET WHO DIDNT GET IN TROUBLE FOR ANYTHING!
what’s some good advice you’d like to share?
honestly? For someone who’s just starting out as a writer, especially a fanfic writer, here’s what I got.
Write your favorites. Nothing quite like writing what you want to give you motivation. Have an idea? Go! Do it right now! Write the dumbest version! Build the skeleton that will build your life. It’s worth getting over the hurdle of just… starting.
Don’t do requests you don’t want to. take this with a grain of salt, but you’re never going to please everyone. It can be great to get out of your comfort zone and try new things with new characters, but if you’re just starting out? Stick to the ones that make you excited, the ones that make you think “that’s such a good idea!” Or “I know just the setting for that!” And take the idea and run with it!! Most tumblr users don’t even expect their ask to be answered.
#regrettable ramblings#regret’s sweethearts#X reader#writer advice#ask game#regrettable asks#ILY ANON SM#MWA MWA#ignore how mentally ill I was as a child#tf am I talking about#ignore how mentally ill I am NOW
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Ever since i red the first part of the Yearbook Club pictures i knew it was going to be a great story. Well you proved me wrong! It wasn’t a great story….. It was an amazing story! It’s filled with so much emotion i think i even cried in some parts. You’re really a fantastic writer. After i read the first part i turned on your post notifications so i didn’t miss an update. Which was a very nice surprise to see that you added me to the tag list!
I was very much on the edge of my seat every time i got a notification because i had no idea if it was going to break my heart or not. And let’s be honest it did. When Eddie didn’t trust reader when she offered to take the Hellfire Club picture but i also get it. He has a hard time trusting (don’t we all) But i love his development of firstly not wanting anything to do with her but then slowly but surely he realise she isn’t like the rest and he finds himself falling for her
The ending was just beautiful i don’t know what else to say because you’ve rendered me speechless on that last part. But i hope you keep writing because this story was just beautiful I loved every part. Take your time because we’ll be here when you decide to write up either a new story or even a short blurb. This story was just beautiful and amazing and you should be proud of what you’ve created
Thank you for sharing it with us❤️ And i can’t wait to see what else you come up with
You are being unfathomably nice, it’s making my heart hurt! Truthfully, when I posted the first chapter I was so hesitant in doing so, because as a new writer I didn’t know how to approach my story, nor how I felt comfortable writing, and it was such a constant battle of whether or not it would be good. But you and everyone else have been so incredibly kind, no words hold the substance to express my gratitude!
And you, specifically, I noticed you from the beginning, you were one of the first people to comment on my work, and you’ve been following the story ever since. There are a handful of people who comment on my work, and you were always one of them, I loved it so much! Your support truly means everything to me, and it’s so heartwarming seeing the same couple of people take a genuine interest in my writing! You all are so lovely!
Eddie Munson as a character is truly one of the greatest people to write about. It absolutely blows my mind how little we know of him, yet this fandom has created such incredible headcanons that are so fitting to him. I love seeing the many ways people interpret him! And specifically, diving into the actions of Mean!Eddie, and exploring why he is that way has been such a journey. I just love how complex he is. It’s such an expected thing to see him be so reserved and standoffish when an opportunity for acceptance comes about, and writing out his path to healing was so great and eye opening to myself.
And the ending! I’m going to be completely transparent, chapter six was definitely the most grueling chapter to write, because of how heavy it was, but I’m so proud of it. I’m happy I was able to have a proper ending that all of you loved, because with the amount of support you and everyone showed me, you all deserved an incredible ending! Yes, I definitely will keep writing, maybe something lighter or smutty, lol, to recover from the heftiness of “The Yearbook.”
But again, just thank you so so much for all your support. I’ve literally burned your username into my brain since the first chapter, because of how utterly nice you have been. Your kind feedback and encouragement is the reason why me and other writers in this fandom feel motivated to keep going. Thank you so much! I mean it when I say I love you all!
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They’re not even brave enough to have a username. “Guest”. Well certainly not a welcome guest here.
I’m sorry I’m being a little chaotic it’s just my nature but like. Yknow. I care about you/ love your content/ have been consuming said content for a while and I just don’t understand how someone can be so dense and have the audacity to be rude bc they didn’t understand/ like something?? Like what are we, five?
They give me such icky vibes I’m sorry people are like that. ANYGAYS. I hope you continue to create bc we all love and appreciate what you put out for us <3 (but also take a break if you need and pls take care of yourself)
that’s all right! if i had the energy to argue with people on AO3 i would, but i see no point in it anymore 💀 like i already said i’m not gonna waste my time on someone blatantly misgendering a character and then claiming it’s “just a review” when it’s 90% negative and not helpful in the slightest
like y’all know i genuinely do not mind explaining things 😭 if you ask me in a kinder way that you want something explained, i will literally go well into depth about it if need be. what i’m not going to do is waste my time talking to someone who obviously doesn’t seem to want to listen
but anyway, i’ll still create stuff!! even if it was a little upsetting to read, it’s not gonna stop me from writing the story i want to create :3 im actually so excited to go home and write because i’m almost DONE and the agony of creating is almost over BAHA
#asks#anyways it’s not that big of a deal#it’s a little annoying yeah#like a lil bug that just won’t stop buzzing in your ear
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hello there! before i start with my ramblings, may i know what to call you? your username is sopebubbles and i love sope and bubbles!! but what do i call you ? i’m sorry if i missed any ask that have mentioned your name, but i really don’t know what to call you other than author-nim 😭 so im so sorry!
— btw i just finished my final papers. my days were hectic with studies and revisioned with these killer subjects that literally killing me, but i managed to pull it off and end it well sighhhhhh. i’m 22 yet im still taking exams. (never quit learning btw, it’s good to stimulate your brain-) anywayyyy, that’s why now i have some times to come back to tumblr and have my precious time delulu-ing away with my favourite fics updates!!
imagine my surprise that i saw two chapter updated 😭😭 omg it was heavenly surprised!!!
actually it took me few weeks to collect myself, my thoughts, my spirits, to talk (sending ask) to you here. now i’m good to discuss this eheks :3 i hope that you don’t mind with me being so handful and asks lots of questions sometimes 😔 ㅋㅋㅋ
emm,to start, i wonder if yn ever will ever share her sad background story with the pack as now she’s one of the pack and yoongi’s mate. with how privileged life that most members in the pack grew up with, unlike yoongi and jimin and maybe taehyung too. so i wonder if she will ever tell them and maybe in future it might be a solid reasons to the pack to protect her. as in in chapter 12 where namjoon feels threatened by yn that she might stole the spot or something. i feel like they need to know how horrible she was treated before, you know my little heart sometimes cannot handle this injustice feeling - however i understand why namjoon felt that too. yet still — shhshshs
for taehyung and jungkook, what is their position in the pack? i mean jimin close with yoongi obviously. seokjin and hobi are married, namjoon being seokjin right hand man. so where does these left jungkook and taehyung? are they like just there in the pack like a family or they are lovers too with others? sorry if this sounds stupid but i am stupid so it’s not surprising. shshshs
anyway anyhow by the way, i cheer for your upcoming stories! rest well and don’t get hurt!!
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🙋🏻♀️hiiiii! Nice to hear from you again! I'm glad to hear you got through your exams. I absolutely do not miss those days! Learning is fun but taking tests is not! I'm grateful you made time to read my little story.
As for what to call me, i guess you can call me maddie! Although author-nim gives me a nice warm feeling 🥰
She will definitely tell them, although it probably won't be all at once. She will reveal some to just Yoongi in the next chapter though! They will all come to understand her and love her better eventually.
They are lovers too!! Jungkook was the third to join. For a year or two or was just Jin, Hobi and Jungkook. Then Jungkook and Jin kept bringing home strays 🤭 Jin brought Namjoon and Jungkook brought Taehyung not too long after. Jungkook has a very central role in the pack, though they all do in their own way. He's kind of close with everyone. Taehyung is closest with Hobi, Jimin and Jungkook, although Yoongi and Jin give him a lot of respect and trust, leaving him to protect their omega(s) all day long. When it comes to Jimin, they're very silly but very close and really understand each other. Low key if the pack had split, Tae might have asked to go with Jimin.
You're not stupid at all!! You've done so well with school and i hope you have some time to relax! Thank you for your questions, they're never a bother 💜
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Everybody wants to love you
S5|in-villa|Chapter 2|Suresh/Mc| 4,535 words
Author’s note: Story title idea from the song ‘Everybody wants to love you’ by the artist Japanese Breakfast. Chapter title idea from the song ‘Sunflower’ by the artist Michele Leigh.
If you haven’t already, check out Chapter 1 - More. Chapter 2 will be loosely based on episodes 3, 4, and 5. Otherwise, set back, relax, and enjoy!
Almost forgot to mention. Before you dive into this chapter, this chapter includes a saucy scene, but not full-on bits, at least not yet! I’ll give a warning before it gets to that part, so you’ll be able to choose to either read or scroll through it.
Chapter 2 - Sunflower
After having a chill evening with Suresh, I pulled Finn for a chat.
I held Finn’s hand and led him into the unoccupied bathroom.
“I’m glad I could finally catch you before Kat can get her claws on you again.” I chuckled, leaning against the sink counter.
He flexed his muscles. “How could anyone resist?” He waved his hand around. “I usually have a fan club on me. I’m thinking Kat is the username, ‘WhiskersMrsBubble’.” He tapped his chin.
The corner of my lip quirked up. “You’re not wrong. But if you see, ‘Basildonsgirl’ you’ve got her!” I pretended to shoot with my finger guns.
He shook his head. “She’s really something, but I’m certain you didn’t pull me away to talk about her.”
I bit my lower lip. “You’re correct! Listen, although I think you’re an amazing guy… I need some answers from Suresh, and in order to do that, I’ll need to get to know him all over again.” I tapped my foot on the floor. “I hope you understand my wishes.”
I brushed my hand against his shoulder. “You’ll be just fine!”
He swiftly took my hand in his, twirling me around.
Making me gasp, “Finn!” I quietly exclaimed.
“I know. I know. If that is really what you want, so be it! But I reckon your quest won’t be entirely what you’re looking for.” He stared profusely into my eyes, “And if that day ever comes… I’m hoping you’ll take me up on that offer.”
Head hanging low as my hand gently separated us, “I’ll keep that in mind. Please keep this between us.” I glanced at him before leaving the bathroom.
I kept my head down, thinking about what Finn said. ‘won’t be entirely what you’re looking for’. Ugh. But before I knew it, I slammed into Eddie’s chest.
He quickly caught me before I fell. “Sorry!” His eyes darted behind me.
I turned around to see Finn walk ahead of us. “Listen, it isn’t what it looks like!”
His jaw clenched. “It’s fine!” He sat down on one of the beds. “You don’t have to worry. I won’t tell anyone. Could you do me a favor?” He looked up.
I licked my lips. “Sure. What is it?”
“Everything is going well with Kat. I mean, we have so much in common. But I fear that Finn is going to ruin that, and we know Finn doesn’t actually want Kat. I don’t want her to chase after him and end up hurt. Would you be able to stir him away from picking her?”
My jaw dropped, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Eddie, I can’t control who he picks, but I’ll see what I can do. I can tell how much you care for her.”
He smiled before jumping off the bed to hug me, “Thank you!” He let go quickly, “You don’t know how much this means to me. Usually, all the girls I’ve dated were far too mature to like my drama-craving nature.”
I lifted my eyebrow. “Is that really what they had issues with?”
He nodded his head. “But it’s all good. I’m practically friends with all my exes. I never want to end a relationship on bad terms. Always want to leave them on good terms.”
“Why do they usually all end?”
“They say being with me is like being with their girlfriends. Which is kind of mean if you ask me. I may have sort of told one of my ex’s friends that she was talking about her. I just thought that she should know.” He threw his hands up, “I didn’t know there would be that much fallout as a result.”
I bit my lip, “We can’t always be our best.” I patted him on the shoulder. “I should go get ready for bed. I’m sure the rest are already coming, anyway. See ya!” I waved to Eddie before heading to the bathroom.
I smiled as I saw Suresh.
“What’s up?” I raised my eyebrow. “Did you know that the earwax in our ears is the safest bodily fluid out of the others?” I looked over to him while grabbing my toothbrush and applying a little toothpaste.
“Okay, smart, Nyra.” He chuckled.
“Oh, that takes me back.” I flashed a wide smile, “Remember… when we bumped into each other during a meeting?” I turned to him.
He always had those dreamy eyes, the eyes that smother you with love and lust. This time was no different. He looked absolutely smitten. The kind that reminds me why I fell for him.
“How could I forget?” He licked his lips, “You were wearing this checkered dress that later ended up getting stained by my coffee…”
I looked down at the mess. My mouth agape, “Oh. My. Gosh! This is my favorite dress.” I shrieked.
The man stood in shock. Stammering to find anything to clean the mess up. He threw down a brown wool like product on the floor.
Wait a minute. “That looks just like my cardigan.” I choked on my words, “That is my cardigan!”
I turned to him, “I know you’re trying to help, but… you’re just making it worse.”
I grabbed a bag and threw my wet cardigan in it. I headed to the break room, where paper towels stood on the counter.
When I returned, the man was gone. I threw my hands up and finished cleaning up the mess he made. I headed to where my locker would be, but I had no extra clothes.
“How great!” I rolled my eyes and headed to where Papina would be. “Don’t even say it! I know.”
Her eyes looked like they were going to pop out of their socket.
“I wasn’t going to say anything.” She tapped the countertop. “But I do know one thing.” She smiled widely.
“Yeah. And what’s that?” I raised my brow and folded my arms.
She pointed to something behind me. Or should I say someone?
“You!” I scolded him. “Thanks for the mess.”
“Now. Now. Myrna. Take the time to listen to what he has to say.”
I bit my lip in anticipation.
His well figured, well toned, muscular, Adonis built body stood in a fancy tailored suit.
“Well, I felt horrible about the accident earlier, and realized you needed an outfit. So I guess in exchange for the mess I created… I’d like to buy you something. As a form of an apology.”
The way he talked. His accent. I could tell he wasn’t from here. But he had the voice that any girl would fond over, especially in a call or an audiobook. The type that can have you head over heels with just a simple word.
His eyes burned with such passion. It almost felt like they were staring into my soul. Speaking the same tongue.
Could he and I be analyzing each other? Or was it only me?
I heard clapping noises from Papina. “Answer the hunk, Myrna. Or I’ll be taking him up on his offer.”
“I don’t need your money. Or what your money can buy.” I was going to turn on my heels, but a strong, firm arm stopped me.
I looked up at him. Our eyes aligned like the stars in constellations. He had such alluring green eyes. The way his hair was set, it was perfect. You could tell he cleaned up well. It almost felt like he came from a movie, one where he gets the girl of his dreams, the one he has been chasing after his whole life.
I shook my head.
How delusional of me to think someone like him would ever go for someone like myself
“How dare you…” I mumbled, “I will not-"
“It really wasn’t a choice. Your dress is soaked. That can’t be too comfortable. Let down your pride, Nyra.” He whispered.
I sighed, “Fine!” My cheeks felt warm. “Nobody has ever really called me Nyra before.”
“Well, I guess I’ll be the first.” His smile slipped. He looked around, “Now. Where does it scream? Nyra.”
I wrapped my hands around Suresh’s neck. “You were always so persistent.”
He held my hips. “And you were always so stubborn. Always felt like you had to go about things by yourself, needing no one.”
I chuckled, “It wasn’t always like that. Don’t you remember who you were? Before we got together?” I raised my eyebrow.
A knock interrupted us. Finn stood in the doorway. Nodding his head our way.
I sighed, slid my hand down Suresh’s torso until they were back to my side, and walked out.
I headed to the dressing room, where Dana stood.
I grabbed my makeup remover and took off all in a day’s work of makeup. Feeling refreshed as I patted my skin and added a light fragrance free face lotion.
“Oi! I always love knowing others' routines. Is that a face lotion?” Dana peered over to the mini bottle in my hand.
I nodded my head, “Ding! Ding! It’s the one thing I can count on to give me a sense of whiplash, and the good kind. It also doesn’t make me breakout. I’ve got sensitive skin.” I put it down on the table.
While grabbing my chapstick, Kat strolls in.
“Hey! Who’s getting it in tonight?” She looked at us through the mirror, “I'm thinking it’s going to take a lot more confirmation from me for Eddie to do anything. Like a true gentleman.” She slightly smiled.
Dana’s eyes lit up. “Oh my! That reminds me of something that happened back home in Manchester. I had gone on a date with this really kind-hearted Argentinian fella, and everything was going so swell, but then it got awkward once it got to doing any bits. I suppose the reassurance was for safe measures. All in good faith! Safe to say, we only went on four to five dates until we stopped seeing each other.”
Kat looked up. “Why is that? Do you think that whole thing in the bedroom had anything to do with it?” She had a worried look plastered on her face.
Dana shook her head. “It was mostly because of our schedules. I found that our communication wasn’t where I wanted it to be. It didn’t feel fulfilling, or should I say I didn’t feel fulfilled or noticed, to even want to continue.”
Kat grabbed her cosmetic headband. “Oh, I’ve had a lot of those.” She pulled it over her head, down to her neck and untucked her hair, “There are times I look back and wonder… would things have been different if we didn’t have conflicting schedules? Maybe that’s because I just desperately wanted it to work.”
She quickly snapped her head in our direction. “Don’t tell anyone I said that. There is not a moment I’m desperate. Usually, it’s men being desperate over me.”
Dana and I nodded our heads.
“Let’s go get tucked into bed!” Dana pumped the air before hurriedly pulling us out of the dressing room.
I dragged my feet across the floor until I arrived at the right side of the bed. “Move.” I told Suresh.
He rolls over. “Nothing changes with you.”
I threw my pillow at him and earned a snicker from him.
“You better stop laughing, Eshy.” My forehead creased as I knew what I had started.
His mouth set in a hard line, “You did not just call me Eshy.”
The corner of my mouth lifted. “Oh, I did. Eshy bubs.”
He swiftly pulled me into bed, making me fall on top of him.
“You’re going to get it now.”
I bit my lip before I felt the covers pull over us.
“And what are you going to do about it, Eshy?” I seductively whispered.
Mature scene
He got on top of me and straddled my lap.
“You’ll see…”
He kissed me and worked his way down to my chest. He loosened the strings on my robe and tossed it to the lower part of the bed. He made circles around my breasts, taking his time to tease me.
He sucked on my right nipple, making me moan in pleasure. He placed his hand over my mouth, “Remember… there’s other people in the room”
He looked up at me while sucking on my breast. Whilst he was doing that, he started untying my silk shorts and pulling them off. He did the same to his silk pants too.
He kissed all the way down to my thighs and stopped. “I forgot how perfect you are.”
He slid down my panties and hungrily licked his lips. He kissed my inner thighs, trailing up and stopping exactly where he knew I would be pleading to be pleasured.
He knows just how to make me shiver with just his touch. I covered my mouth my hand on top of his as he kept my mouth shut, making a muffled moan.
As he was preparing me with circular motions. He paused and lifted my legs on his shoulders. He searched in his silk pants for something.
"What is it?" I asked him.
"I’m searching for condoms..." He sighed with desperation. “I guess I didn’t grab any from that bowl.”
"Well… why don’t we cuddle instead?”
He nodded his head. “You’re right! Doing that can wait. We have all the time in the world for that. Let’s just enjoy the silence for now.”
Shortly after saying that, my eyes began to feel heavy and I drifted off to sleep.
I rolled over so much that I rolled on top of Suresh. I yawned.
“Good morning to you too!”
With my eyes kept close, “Uresh, you know I’m not good with my mornings. But… I’ll play nice. Good morning!” I yawned again.
He slightly threw me off of him. “Sorry, beautiful. But if we’re going to get you up. Something has to give, and it might be… your sleep. And possibly your kindness towards me for right now.”
“Suresh, what are you talking about?”
And before I knew it I landed flat on my back.
“Usually, when I’m in this position. I’m getting something. But all I want to get now… is revenge.” I shot back up and ran around the room after Suresh.
“Now if it isn’t miss moan for me.” Kat sat up in bed, looking over at Suresh and i.
Dana popped her head in from the dressing room. “Kat, let’s not act like I didn’t find you two competing for the loudest.”
I threw a pillow at Suresh. “Nothing happened last night.” Then hurriedly went to get dressed.
“Nothing happened, huh?” Dana looked at me through the mirror.
I nodded my head.
“I’m sure that’s true.” She lifted her eyebrow, still skeptical.
I exhaled, “There was a little saucy moment, but we didn’t do bits.”
Kat walked in right when I said that.
“How unfortunate!” She added some lip gloss to her lips, “I put those model hands to good use yesterday.” She giggled.
Dana yawned, “Alfie and I didn’t do anything. Hard when there are other people in the room.” She bit her lip, “But at least you lads had a good time. I’m going real slow with Alfie.”
Kat puckered up her lips while applying a hot pink sheer lip gloss, “Going real slow?” She raised her brow, “Is that what we call waiting for the next best thing, and from where I’m standing… I’m assuming it’s Finn.”
Dana sighed, “Don’t start, Kat! I barely know the guy.”
Kat giggled, “And you barely know Alfie. Don’t get me wrong, Alfie’s a good guy, but we all know you have a fear of commitment. Collide heads with someone that… reminds you of yourself. Finn doesn’t seem like the settle down type either.”
Dana fixed her eyebrows, “That is not true! I don’t have a fear of commitment. If anything I thought you and Finn would be a great pair.”
Kat flipped her hair, “Why is that? Is it because he said we would be?” She looked at us.
We shook our heads, “no.”
She turned back around, “Well, I’ll have you know that when I’m into someone I go all in. I’m not afraid to commit. I had a few guys that were…” she looked down, “…wasted my time. A lesson learnt”
Dana lifted her hair up and grabbed a scrunchie to put it in a ponytail.
“By the way…” Dana shifted in her spot, “Myrna, have you even discussed what went on with you two in the past?” She asked me.
My eyes landed on the makeup that stood on the table.
Now that I’m thinking about it… we haven’t exactly talked about her, the woman who I stayed up thinking about. The one who made him forget he had me. He and I weren’t exactly the best at confrontation. We usually tried our best to avoid it, but I guess we couldn't for long.
“Umm… no. We haven’t.” I bit my lip, “But we’re going to.”
Eddie pops his head in the room, “Well, you all are looking very elegant tonight.” His eyes stopped on Kat, “Especially you.” He sighed, “But Finn had received a text, so hurry.”
We nodded our heads and we’re about done getting ready. We rushed down to the living room.
“Finally!” Finn laughed out.
“Let’s get to what the text says now.” Kat says impatiently.
“Okay! Okay!” Finn quickly says before proceeding to read it out loud.
Finn, you’ll be going on a date in the order from the girl you feel the most connected to. Get ready to get your date on, and make sure she fits that old woman love #Adatetoremember #Finnchoice
My eyes wandered to Suresh who stumbled and quickly composed himself.
“I guess you can probably see! It might be me first, but I’m hoping you choose Dana.” Kat licked her lips.
Finn chuckled, “Well, alright! I was actually going to choose Dana first anyways.” Then his eyes landed on me, “Then Myrna…” he went back to Kat, “Then you!”
She gasped, “That is highly offensive.” She rolled her eyes, going back to Eddie’s side.
Eddie raised his eyebrow, “Don’t worry, babe! Maybe it’s for the best.” Putting his arm around her shoulder, making her nod her head and smile.
“You’re right!” She smacked her lips together, “Let’s just get this over with Finn.” She rolled her eyes.
He ran his hand through his hair, “Alright! Alright! Calm down. Since y’all got dressed already… I see no need to specifically dress for this date.”
He turned to Dana, extending his arm out for her to link with his. “Let’s go to something that I think we’ll both enjoy.”
Dana looked back at Kat and I, giggling before returning her gaze on Finn.
My head snapped as I noticed Suresh missing from where he was. I looked through all the rooms and went up to the rooftop.
I saw him looking out at the view. He turned around.
He forced a smile. “I knew it was you the minute I heard those shoes clicking on the floor.”
I chuckled, “I think I recalled you buying these specific shoes for me on my birthday. You got quite used to them.” I took a spot on the sofa, grabbing my knee bringing it up to my chest.
I looked down, “Suresh…?”
His eyes scanned my face. Immediately, it clicked. Like it always did.
Softly whispering, “Myrna…?”
I licked my lips.
Trying to find the right words to say. You would think it would come easy for us. Tip toeing around seemed too old, yet so familiar.
My eyes glimmered. “I never got to…” I swallowed the lump in my throat before looking up at him, “… say what I really felt. I just want to know… do you still think back to that night? And does it keep you up at night like it does to me?”
I held up my hand, continuing.
“How long would you have kept the affair from going if I didn’t find out when I did?”
He sighed, “I don’t think back to that night like you think I do, or in that way. I stare at my ceiling, wondering if there was a way to take back the hurt I caused you. You were never supposed to find out, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have ended it. I was trying to… I promise.” His eyes sparkled, and he scooted closer to me.
“And now there’s a new guy here who is grafting on you. I can’t help but feel jealous… but I want you to be happy, even if it’s not with me.” He snarled, shaking his head, "Now you know the old me would have never said that, but I don't want to mess up my chance with you, and I can't help but feel like I will."
I opened my mouth, words about to formulate out of it but were stopped by Kat running over to the couch.
"He wants to take you on a date." She pulled me out from the sofa, "You should have seen Dana when she came back. Her mouth was widened." She sighed, "I would have never guessed she'd be my competition."
I glanced back at Suresh before being pulled downstairs and greeted by Finn.
He smiled, "Now if there is one thing about us Dublin men is our immaculate taste in dates."
He led me to the little picnic that wasn't too far from the villa.
"I promise you won't leave disappointed, but I do hope you don't mind me cranking open a beer bottle." He turned to me, "Would you prefer that or some other drink?"
I shook my head, "Beer upsets my stomach," Before sitting down, "Do you have a cold glass of water?"
He checked the cooler before proceeding to throw up a bottle of water and catching it before it landed on the ground.
"That was a close one."
He settled down on the picnic blanket.
He rubbed his beard with one of his hands, "I guess I should tell you more about myself."
I chuckled, "I think that would be a terrific way to start."
He fiddled with some grapes, "I don't want to ever give you the wrong idea, and I want you to know where I am at in my life, so if that isn't exactly what you need right now... I wouldn't be wasting your time."
I nodded my head, agreeing with what he was saying.
"I'm not really looking to settle down yet or get married right now. That's just not what I'm looking for currently."
I tilted my head, "Then why did you come to love island then? I would have to assume you come here to at least be with someone, in a relationship, if that is what you're referring to."
He licked his lips before sitting up straight.
"It's not like I'm here to play the field. If the connection is right, maybe it'll change my mind."
I snickered, grabbing my fork and taking a bite out of my salad.
"So are you saying that Dana, Kat, or I... have to change your mind?” I slightly cracked a smirk, “Tell me more about yourself. Something you think I’d care to know.”
He blew out a heavy sigh, “I’ve never cheated. I’ve been real caught up with my job that I haven’t really had time for a proper relationship. I’ve had many flings with women… particularly, older more experienced ones. They’ve taught me many of my tricks that I know today.” He grinned as he looked out into the open.
I licked my teeth before smiling, "I feel you on that one. I’ve always been attracted to older men. I guess you can tell by my choice in picking Suresh, but he isn’t much older." I took a sip of my water, "Tell me about your family." I tilted my head and used my arms for support.
He cracked his neck before looking down.
"My mom is amazing. She mostly tends to her garden and has a boutique shop very popular during the wedding season. My dad actually got me into what I do for a living..."
He loved talking about his family. He was an only child, and his mother was mostly busy with keeping everything in check so he spent most of his time with his father. He also expresses that he thinks that marriage is okay, but wouldn't want to force settling and end up hurting his partner.
"... My parents relationship... I've always admired it. It's kind of hard to think I'd ever find something like that, that could live up to my expectations."
I straightened my posture, looking at the almost empty water bottle.
"Most people would lie about their goals in life, their hopes, and dreams to impress or get with the person they're into. But you, you're honest. You don't hide a thing and you are blunt. You probably know that some of the stuff you told me would make me turned off from you, but you say it anyway. Rare."
He chuckled, "I don't try to be someone else because what happens when that lie I told catches up to me and the person who only got with me because of that lie... no longer can look at me? I can't allow someone to love an image of me. I found that they rarely work out in the end."
The time had come when the date was over. And we looked at each other before heading back, but before we reached the others he held my hands.
His eyes wrinkled as his smile grew. "I really enjoyed this date, even if I know what you really want." He sighed, releasing my hands.
The others came running up to us.
"You guys were roughly two minutes late." Kat raised her eyebrow. "And just missed Alfie's ability to make a sick drink."
Dana giggled behind Kat. "You know the season where Ibrahim had made a drink and named it 'violet man'?"
I nodded my head.
"Well. Alfie decided to make it, and let me tell you..." She leaned in. "It was so good!"
Kat pushed a hair back behind her ear. "So good that Alfie might just get lucky." She smirked at Dana.
Dana snapped her head, "Kat! Stop it." She looked away, hiding the blush.
Suresh stayed back where it looked like him and Eddie were conversating. Which was odd. Suresh never had many friends. When we were together, my mates were his mates. He only had three mates while we were together. Who knows how many now? But I find it odd for him to be this social?
I thought to myself, but Kat shortly interrupted my thoughts.
"... But anyway, it looks like you and Suresh are getting pretty serious. I mean, it's a little hot seeing him tell his competitors to graft off, not like Eddie would really graft on you. " She looked me up and down.
My mouth agape, "He did what?"
This information completely took me by surprise. If he meant what he said on the rooftop, why was he telling the only men in the villa to graft off me?
I squinted my eyes, sending daggers in Suresh's direction.
Telling porkies is exactly like old Suresh... and I'd hate to find out that nothing has really changed from who he was then to who he is now.
Tags: @fujihime-litg, @willemkimura, @theesocialintrovert
#litg fanfic#litg s5#litg ex in the villa#love island the game#litg suresh#suresh x mc#litg season 5#Peonyslumber: fics
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8/7/23
Dear Love,
How are you? I’m doing good, the meds are helping. I haven’t had a clear mind ever in my life. Even though it’s made to help manage depression and anxiety, they said it has helped people with adhd. I’ve never had my adhd treated, I’ve struggled with it all my life. And for the first time in my life I can actually think and focus.
Wednesday will be a whole week of taking them, and they’ve helped a lot, I’m hopeful for once, optimistic. I look forward to seeing how much they help me in the future as time goes on. I have been feeling some of the side effects as the days have gone by. More and more I’ve not had an appetite, which I’m sure you know I am not mad about at all. It gives me energy, but not in a jittery anxious way. I feel more motivated to actually get up and do things. Where as before getting up just to throw something in the trash felt like a burden, even showering or brushing my teeth felt like a chore. I feel like I have a bit more patience now, I react to things that would set me off or annoy me differently. Which is very new, I mean, when I would be high I guess I’d react differently, in a more chill/whatever type of way. So maybe not so new.
The other side effects I’ve been feeling that I’m not thrilled about are the stomach pains, those are not fun. The nausea, I get slight headaches, my vision has worsened, and I break out into sudden sweats. I also have constipation problems with it, like I didn’t already have problems going to the bathroom. But I can deal with all of those things, they aren’t major issues that are stopping me from doing anything I need to do in my every day life.
I want so badly to talk to you, to see you. I miss you so much and I hope that you miss me just the same as I do you. I’m so tempted to go back to you and tell you I’m fine now, because the meds have me feeling better. But I know that there’s still so much work to be done with me in therapy, I can’t risk going back and ruining things between us for good. But I want you to know I am feeling better, i feel like a different person. I actually almost gave myself a panic attack the other night when I was sending voice messages to Gaby, I was listening to my messages and I couldn’t tell that it was me talking. I don’t know how else to explain it, other than I sound like a totally different person when I was talking to her, and telling her how I feel, and everything. Almost like to me, my voice sounds different. Idk, that’s just my opinion though. Maybe when you finally speak to me again you’ll notice a change.
My feelings haven’t changed for you. I still love you just the same as I did the last time we saw each other. I don’t cry anymore hardly. Things that I would breakdown crying so easily over, I don’t find myself on the verge of tears anymore. Although today I did cry when doing those NGL’s things on my close friends. Someone had asked if there was anyone that I missed, and it kinda hit me, and I broke down a little. I answered it and saw that you watched it. It I deleted it and felt like maybe it didn’t matter.
I wonder if you’ve found this blog yet and are reading what I write. Sometimes I wish that you’d drop hints that you read it, but then I’d think about it like how would he even know what hint to drop? Maybe my username? Idk, I see that you are wearing my necklace, I get happy each time that I see you wearing it in your stories. Like you’re letting me know you’re still waiting, you’re still there. That you’re keeping us, our future, alive.
I’m still unsure of the echo show, I want so badly to go. But I’m scared how you’ll treat me, I’m scared I’ll show up and see you with your arms wrapped around someone else. I won’t tell you, or hint to you that I’m going. I won’t even hint on here. Like you said, if I go, I go, and we’ll see what happens and not to let you know.
How’s your dad? Did he when his election? I hope he did, it would be stupid for anyone to vote for his opponent. The last you told me, it sounded like people were super supportive of him and like they were gonna vote for him. I hope that was the case. I hope your brother and Marley are good. I wonder sometimes if anyone knows me and you are on a break? I don’t tell anyone, other than Gaby, she’s really the only person I have that I can turn to for anything, all my problems. She’s always there when I need her.
If I’m being honest, I did those NGL’s things because I was hoping to hear from you somehow. That you’d write something that only me and you would know. I did feel like one of the questions I got may have been from you, and it was not a question I liked at all. The one about size and do I miss it. It’s something you’ve asked me in the past, and I really hope that’s not something you would ask me as you know I’m trying to get myself better. Don’t try to bring out the version of me that I’m trying to let go of.
I think about you every single day, you are always in my mind and in my heart. I carry you with me always, everywhere that I go. I miss you beyond this world, and I love you beyond time and space. You have my heart, and I am yours, in all ways, always.
I love you,
Your Mija
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Hii!!! It’s me, xuseokgyu, your Atiny secret Santa ehehe
I’m so glad you liked the gifset, I had such a great time looking for these little moments <33
Is kinda late so I can’t ramble much but I can come back to it if you want, just know that the ballet was GREAT
And oh wow that’s HUGE, the Vatican?? Have you already received a proper answer if you’ll be able to go?
I’m agnostic myself, I don’t really have a religion but I can’t say I don’t believe in some kind of higher power whatever that is… Would you mind sharing your dad’s story??
Anyway, if you’d like to take this to dms so is less exposing hahah I’m always open to chat 🥰
DMs, asks, everything's all good! I'd love to keep connected! also, is your username a combo of Seventeen members?
it's SO cute they're such little menaces. poor Seonghwa getting hit with the most antics.
I'd love to hear everything you want to share! was it a traditional performance? I love the long skirts in Giselle, I think the fabric makes the movements more dramatic and more beautiful. but on the other hand, there are so many good choreographers reinterpreting ballet recently that are amazing.
the annoying thing is that I'm good to go on their side, but the ops manager can't decide what days she wants off... like the Vatican in its massive bureaucracy has said I can be there and visit the apartments, it's a 24 year old that's cockblocking me now. it's SO important to our family (even though my dad's divorced and I'm gay, but whatever) and it's frustrating that the request has to wait on her.
I believe in the recovery idea of a higher power for sure but that's kind of where I leave it lmao
yeah, I'm so insanely proud of him I'll brag all the time lmao. in his second round with cancer the tumor was all tangled in and around a bunch of nerves. the damage from the surgery was bad, he lost use of a leg and a hand, and the doctors told him he might be reliant on a wheelchair or a brace/crutches for the rest of his life, and he told them it was cute they thought that but he'd be back on his feet. when I told my mom he'd done it, she sighed "if anyone could will himself out of paralysis, it's your dad." (obligatory statement to make it extra obvious: there was a ton of luck on top of his hard work, it's not a matter of ~not working hard enough~ that people use mobility devices)
anyway, I hope you're doing well and having a great last few days of 2022! (can you even believe????)
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Eternal Love: A Dark Crystal AU: Extra Scene
This is a scene from my AO3 fanfic that I wanted to make extra for you guys. I’m also using it as a @dark-crystal-week entry for Headcanon/AU day. Hope you guys enjoy it and if you do please consider checking out my fanfic on AO3. My Username is SkekZieZu97. I try and add new chapters to the story a few times a week. I was originally also going to draw this scene however since I’m rather busy today since I will be working I figured that I’d do this little teaser instead. Hope you all like it. In this excerpt I bring out a taste of the benevolent character SkekSo used to have and for those of you who don’t know or haven’t read my other posts it also features my main Skeksis Oc (who is also where my username comes from btw) Empress SkekZieZu.
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The sun had just set on the planet of Thra and the Empress of the Skeksis, SkekZieZu, Emperor SkekSo’s mate was standing on one of the many balconies of the Castle of The Crystal as she gazed at the starry night sky above her. Being busy with the politics of the Castle, SkekZieZu found stargazing after a long day to be rather relaxing so she tended to do it before she retired for the evening. As she was looking at the beautiful stars above Thra she heard someone clear their throat as a voice stated “I wondered where you got to my darling Empress.” She knew right away who it was. Her beloved Emperor and her mate so she said in reply “Stargazing relaxes me after such a stressful day.” Making SkekSo chuckle as he walked up and stood next to her and placed his left hand on her’s before he said in agreement as he too sometimes found the everyday politics of the Castle boring “Tell me about it. All I deal with is complaint after complaint from other Skeksis or listen to their problems. Today the Scientist wanted me to take a look at some new experiment he was working on which didn’t interest me in the slightest. Then the Chamberlain and the General got into an argument as they’ve been at each other’s throats all the time recently so I had to break that up. Thank you for helping me with that by the way my love. Sometimes I’m still lucky to have you as my mate and ruling at my side.” Causing SkekZieZu to answer back as she turned her attention to look into his icy blue eyes “SkekSo you’re my Emperor. You know I’ll do anything to please you and help you out.” SkekSo knew that SkekZieZu meant every word that she said. Even during her days as the Peacemaker she would always speak on his behalf when he initially took power and not everyone listened. Her loyalty to him was steadfast from the very moment SkekZok the Ritual Master named him Emperor and he cherished it even if he hadn’t always shown it in court as he said with a smile “I know you would sweetheart. Your loyalty to me has never been shaken. Never once plotting against me even though you had the support of so many members of the court with your beautiful speaking talent. Sometimes I think you rival even the Chamberlain’s silver tongue when you speak your mind on matters.” Then he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close as they both looked into the night sky, SkekSo resting his head on top of SkekZieZu’s as they did so before SkekZieZu stated this time “I’m honored to be your mate SkekSo and a compliment about how to court listens when I speak just as good as they listen to you really means a lot to me. Getting a compliment and approval from the Emperor himself is any Skeksis dream.” SkekSo then stated as he spoke in reply “When subordinates show their loyalty to me as much as you have they deserve such a compliment my sweet.” Making SkekZieZu blush slightly as she answered back “SkekSo you’re being so sweet.” Again making the Emperor chuckle as the two continued to stare at the night sky.
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1 new message.
The notification reads. This is odd. Nobody ever sends Kara any messages on this account, for the sole reason that it doesn't have much followers.
It was Nia's idea initially. She's told Kara to buy herself a journal. She keeps one herself, where she writes all the dreams she doesn't know how to interpret yet.
"You should write down whatever it is and let it lie there for a while you know?"
Kara thought about it, had mulled it over and over in her head. A journal is indeed a great idea. An outlet of sorts. But the thing is, a journal is too private. If Kara wrote in a journal the only person who would ever read it would be herself.
Kara didn't want that. Kara hungered for an audience. She wanted to write and put it out there, out in the world where somebody will maybe one day read it and come to her--tell her, "Me, too. Me, too."
She wanted to write and be read by people.
And so, the journal idea became the Instagram poetry account idea.
A handful of original poetry posted in between aesthetic photos.
Nia and her sister are the only two people in her life who knows about it. That's why she is genuinely shocked when she reads the notification.
By the time, she's collected enough courage to open the app.
There have been more than 10 notifications. First, was the follow, next was a series of likes and then finally the message.
Kara clicked on the profile first.
It was a bookstagram account it turns out. There was only the username display, kieran. All in lowercase. No location, no bio, no nothing. The icon was of a single, black, loopy 'K' on white parchment.
The feed was of book covers, pages, spines and some quotes here and there.
The thing that Kara noticed about it though was how sad everything looked, once she's looked at it all in one grid.
It looks beautiful but melancholy.
She opens the message.
"I don't usually do this but...I just have to tell you that, your poetry has more of an impact than you will ever know. Thank you making me feel like I'm not alone. Thank you for sharing your words."
It was signed with a single heart and a 'k'.
And that's when it hits Kara.
Kara writes out a reply.
I'm out there.
I'm out there, in the world. And somebody is reading my words. They're reading what I wrote and it made them feel something.
"Thank you for taking the time to write those kind words to me. I hope you know you've made me want to write now more than ever. Thank you."
She added a heart at the end too. Kara didn't check her phone for the rest of the day.
They didn't reply it turns out. Kara tries not to feel too disappointed at that and tries to go on with her life.
Although, two weeks later after their first interaction, Kara posts two new poems, she discovers that kieran didn't stop reading.
Kara would usually get a like or a comment of a single heart then and again, and if she's lucky they'll comment a 'Beautiful.' underneath one of Kara's longer poems.
Kara collects all those crumbs and keeps it close to her heart.
******
"had a shity day ur peom made my night. thbk you."
Kara reads the message at 7 am, it was sent at 3:36 am. It isn't till she's halfway through, that her groggy mind realizes that they must've been drunk when they sent her this.
There's a twinge of worry in her chest, so she writes.
"I'm glad I made your night. And I don't want to overstep, but I think you were drunk when you sent this. I hope you're alright today. Drink lots of water! Thank you for the kind words."
She doesn't check her phone for the rest of the day.
Kara's knee-deep in Snapper's column assignment when her phone pings.
"Don't worry, you didn't overstep. I think you're the kindest person I've ever met."
Kara can't help the feeling of concern when she reads the message. Imagine thinking an Instagram poet who you've interacted with, two times in total, is the kindest person you've ever met. Never mind the fact that she's the Instagram poet.
Kara feels intrigued by this person.
Maybe it's because they're making her feel important. Maybe it's because Kara doesn't know who they are and the mystery appeals to her. Maybe it's because with them, Kara isn't anything. She's just a poet.
Maybe it's all of those or maybe it's none of those reasons at all.
Nevertheless, Kara sees her fingers fly across the keypad before she can even realize what she's doing.
"And you, IG user kieran, I think are the most interesting person I've ever met : )"
She puts her phone facedown on her desk.
Kara stands up from her station, walks around, pokes her head into Snapper's office, asks if he needs anything, gets yelled at, bothers Nia, walks around the entire bullpen, refills her tumbler, sits back down on her desk.
1 new message.
Kara lunges for her phone.
"Interesting huh?"
Just that. Just that and nothing else, yet it makes Kara feel like she's being observed, judged, weighed.
"Your feed is beautiful, your books. What I wouldn't give to get a peek in that beautiful mind of yours."
Kara exits the app, her thumb gliding through the screen so fast, it's a miracle it didn't break under the pressure.
She stands up from her desk and does a whole 'nother round.
1 new message
Kara takes a deep breath before opening the message. She doesn't even know why she's nervous.
"my mind is a lot of things, but i doubt beautiful is one of them."
What does she mean by that? Well, Kara guesses, everyone's brain is a mess right? She's pretty certain she's fucked up herself in more ways than she even knows.
So that's what she says.
"Everybody's a mess i think. Doesn't mean they're not beautiful."
Kara waits and waits and waits.
The reply doesn't come.
*******
Life goes on, her IG account gains more followers, her poems get stacked upon each other each week.
She always notices which ones kieran likes though.
They never message each other again.
******
And then, that one fateful day comes—Kara falls in love.
She meets Lena and Kara falls.
Hard.
Lena catches her and together they write what Kara thinks, is the most beautiful love story in existence.
Lena's her soul mate, her best friend, her one true love.
Her poems become lighter, happier.
She's so caught up with living in the real world with Lena, that sometimes she doesn't even have the time to write poems anymore.
Why would she? When she's living a brand new love poem each day she wakes up to Lena by her side.
One night, Kara is putting on her pajamas, and Lena is taking a picture of some book in their bed, her hair in a bun, big nerdy glasses perched on her nose.
Kara is in the middle of climbing into bed when Lena asks her, "Hey, have you ever read poetry and felt like it was speaking to you directly. As if the poet wrote it with you in mind??"
Quietly, Kara answers, "Yeah."
Immediately, Kara's head travels through all the snippets of conversations she's had with kieran.
All her IG posts, the one account, the one thing that Lena does not know about.
"Why?" Kara follows-up.
Lena's sat, leaning into the pillows, her phone in her hand.
"There's this- you know what? Why don't I just show you? You'll get what I mean, when you read it."
Lena shows Kara her phone screen and Kara freezes.
There on the screen, is her Instagram poetry account. @kz_elwrites.
Her entire collection of verse all lit up in Lena's phone.
"I-" Kara doesn't know what to say. And Lena notices, of course, she would.
Lena always notices. ,
"Kara?" She asks. "Is there something wrong?"
"I wrote that." Kara lets the words hang in between them.
She meets Lena's eyes, reads the shock there.
Kara grabs her phone from the nightstand and opens her IG app--shows it wordlessly to Lena.
Lena takes the phone gently from her hands, flicks up and down for a couple of minutes.
Kara feels like something important is going to happen. Everything feels to quiet. Lena is too quiet.
Lena hands Kara her phone back, still not speaking.
And then, Lena turns back to her phone, swipes a couple of times.
"Come here," Lena whispers. "Take a look."
Kara's eyes land on the screen.
kieran.
"You're-"
"I am."
prompt list here
#i really liked writing this one#i like the fact that they didnt know they were already falling in love with each other even though they havent met#it's like it was deeper because they fell in love with each other's thoughts first#anyway i do have an ig account just for poetry so yep#there's still a lot of prompts and im trying to finish em but im gonna pass out soon#so im gonna write em tomorrow#if u see a typo no u didnt#the reckless writer writes#prompt fills#supercorp#supercorp fic rec#rcklss writes
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